Mis sis sip pi in the mid dle of a dry spell,

Jim my Rog ers on the Vic tro la up high.

Ma ma’s danc ing with a ba by on her shoul der,

the sun is set ting like mo las ses in the sky.

The boy could sing, knew how to (G)move

ev ’ry thing.

Al ways want ing more,

he’d leave you long ing (Dm)for

Black Vel vet and that (C)lit tle boy’s smile,

Black Vel vet with that (Eb)slow south ern (Bb)style.

A new re li gion that ’ll (C)bring you to your knees.

Black Vel vet, if you (Dm)please.